"Hmph, would I do something so boring?"
Ye Feng's lips curled into a meaningful smile.
He carried the still-burning firewood and quickly walked to a large tree.
"Watch closely, I'm going to show you a special skill."
After saying that, to everyone's bewildered expression, he took a small sip of the cannonball fruit juice and held it in his mouth.
He then adjusted the distance, aiming the firewood at the tree…
"puff!"
Ye Feng spat out all the juice, just like a fire-breathing performance in a circus.
With a "boom," the sap passed through the flames, instantly forming a fan-shaped flame that shot onto the tree.
Although the tree did not die, its bark was immediately set on fire.
However, the fire only burned for a short while before shrinking into tiny flames and eventually going out.
"Whoa! Wow!..."
Everyone stared wide-eyed, exclaiming in surprise.
Although they don't understand the underlying principle, anyone with a little common sense knows it.
It is very difficult to set a living tree, especially a large one like this, directly on fire.
Unless an extremely strong accelerant is required…
"This thing can be used as gasoline?"
Tang Weiwei took the jar from Ye Feng's hand in surprise, smelling and looking at it.
He never imagined that plant sap could have such effects.
Ye Feng didn't reply immediately, but instead picked up the kettle and started rinsing his mouth repeatedly.
The juice of this cannonball fruit is astringent and bitter, and extremely unpleasant to drink.
Even though he had only taken a small sip, his mouth was still burned by the fire.
Much of the mustache around his lips had been burned away, and the burnt smell filled his nostrils.
My lips were still burning, with a noticeable stinging sensation.
Unlike the excited expressions of the others, he had thought this would be a powerful weapon for close-quarters combat and survival.
But now it seems that this is actually a double-edged sword; it may injure the enemy a thousand, but it is also very likely that you will lose a thousand yourself.
Because if you accidentally take too much, or if you don't control the distance well, the flame can easily burn your mouth along with the spit-out liquid.
There are many nuances to consider regarding technique and dosage.
"Cough... Ugh!"
Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of mouthwash, and the burning sensation lessened slightly.
"The juice of the cannonball fruit contains hydrocarbon compounds and chloride ions, both of which are extremely highly combustible."
Once exposed to air, it becomes even more powerful.
However, I still need to improve this thing. If used blindly, I'm afraid I'll get set on fire before even harming the enemy.
Apart from Liu Sisi, the others didn't quite understand, but they believed in Ye Feng and were sure he could turn this thing into a powerful weapon.
"Brother Feng, are you alright? Your lips are all red."
Qi Xiaoyan asked with concern…
"fine."
Ye Feng took out a herb, crushed it, and applied the juice to his lips.
"Let's go first. I already have a plan in mind. As long as we get back to the camp, I can turn this thing into a deadly weapon."
After saying that, the group continued on their way.
However, just over half an hour after they left, two figures suddenly appeared at the spot.
A man and a woman. The man was in his thirties, with a full beard, a black compound bow around his neck, and short, silver-white hair parted in the middle and very unconventional eyebrows.
He is Cairns Jordan, who is ranked second on the list.
The girl had a waist-length golden ponytail, was around 25 years old, had bulging arm muscles, and wore a recurve bow around her neck.
It was Michelle Cypher.
This place is about two kilometers away from their camp. The two men originally planned to go hunting today.
They heard an explosion along the way, and out of curiosity, they followed the sound to the location.
"Kane, are you sure... that sound just now was made by the fruit?"
Michelle asked, somewhat doubtfully…
"Um…"
Cairnster nodded slowly, but his eyes were filled with disappointment.
As a special forces soldier who has served for nine years, wilderness survival is a regular part of his life.
The information provided by Chou Chou did not disclose all of his details.
Because his resume is so extensive, the Amazon, a place that might be hell for others.
But for him, it felt like coming home.
During their nine-year service, the Amazon served as the most important training ground for their survival skills.
He had been to this place no less than twenty times, and no one had more or more experience in theory and practice than him.
If Ye Feng didn't have a jungle survival guide, he would be far inferior to Cairnster in terms of survival knowledge.
"Shit!"
Cairnster looked at the cannonball fruit tree in the distance and couldn't help but swear.
In fact, when he heard the second explosion, he had already guessed that it was a cannonball.
As for why they came here, their purpose was exactly the same as Ye Feng's: to dig up tree roots and pick fruit.
The juice of the cannonball fruit is known in the military as "jungle gasoline" because of its wide range of uses.
The roots are even more precious, as they can treat a variety of jungle diseases and are a very rare traditional Chinese medicine.
Cairnster looked around and finally caught sight of a cluster of white objects a few dozen meters away.
"Um?"
He was surprised and quickly walked over.
When he noticed the fingerprints on the pile of white fruit pulp on the ground, he picked up a piece, sniffed it, and then gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in a helpless and angry manner, looking as if he were constipated.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles made a faint cracking sound.
The fruit pulp, which had already been squeezed dry by Ye Feng and the others, was squeezed to release juice again.
This shows just how strong Cairnster's grip was...
"Fuck!"
He casually smashed the fruit pulp on the ground, his deep blue eyes filled with resentment.
"We arrived too late; someone beat us to it. Humph, what bad luck!"
They actually knew the purpose of these cannonball fruits; it seems... there are some experts among the remaining teams.
"Look."
Michelle pointed to a large tree a few meters away and said:
"Those marks must have been left by them, right?"
Cairnster glanced to the side, then walked up to the big tree, picked up a piece of charred bark, and sniffed it.
He then looked at the half-burnt bundle of dry firewood at his feet.
Such obvious signs of human intervention, coupled with the faint smell of gasoline in the charred bark.
It's obvious that this was done by the group that took the cannonball juice.
He patted the ash off his hands, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Wow, impressive... they've even started the experiment. Michelle, it seems we've met our match. The captain of this team is definitely no ordinary person."
Michelle paused slightly, looking somewhat shocked, thinking that Cairnster might have been encouraging others too much.
"Is it really that big of a deal? They're just one step ahead of us; they're only closer to us."
And look, the juice isn't completely squeezed out, which means they might not be very professional.
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